I'm a little tired of walking, I'm a little tired of walking
Forgive the trite expression, but I'm tired on life's long road
I want to take a little break I want to take a little break, but...
Time cruelly goes, hour by hour,
and so...
drags me right along...
Irony
It seems like things are going well, but in the end, they never really are,
so in my carelessness, I'm brought to tears;
it's shameful, it's true...
These feelings of misery,
I've tasted more than I'd like to admit
And yet, I should've long ago left behind all my regret...
It's not quite so bad
as to bring me to despair,
but the things I want
are always just out of reach...
Really,
it's silly,
isn't it?
But I just
keep foolishly hoping...
In that case, just get it over with -
just drop me into the depths already...
You say to ask for an answer,
but it would depend on the person
So I could never, no, never,
believe in anyone...
right?
Everyone has hardships - yes, of course I understand that...
But is it right to just laugh them off?
I don't know anymore...
Stupid!
Even though I'm told so harshly,
I still don't have everything together
Thinking simply on even the easy things,
I keep overthinking
Everything's getting more troublesome,
so should I casually put an end to it?
"Are you sick?"
Well,
I'm sick of hearing it;
can't I just have things end in peace?
My dreams, my aspirations,
my reasons for living...?
It's not like there's any real need
to have such things...
If it were tangible,
it'd be easy to tell...
Give me an opportunity...
While looking for a place to cry,
I'd already
gotten
tired of
crying...
tired of
crying...
I hate to just gloss over things;
I keep hoping, but nothing takes form
"The stars watch over us," you say,
but aren't they only at night?
Hey...
You show such kindness,
but I demand it in every failure
My heart is too frail;
don't touch it...
No more!
Just back off...
Just leave me be...
This dirty road I walk
isn't going to change - ah...
I'm worn out,
I've turned timid,
and running away
would be futile...
So I block up my ears;
"This is awful," I cry...
What is life, anyway?
Not even knowing, I just keep living
But can I call that happiness?
I don't know anymore...
Stupid!
Song/Lyrics
Scop
Art/Video
Haruharu